Re: quicklog, hotel: graham & jake
[There was no way for his fractured mind to warp this into something that was gonna be easy. Graham didn't expect a whole lot, and even hope these days was a fragile thing. Jake looked taken care of but he didn't took like he wanted to be here, and so he went quiet. His son sat but, after a moment of thought, he decided to stay standing. Easier to look at his son that way, and he could lean against the wall if he needed to. A few steps down, so he could look without towering, and he took a deep breath in.]
Okay. [Hell, here it went.] Your mom and me... we were real young when we had you. Didn't have much money. Your mom, she wanted to go to college. I didn't want her to have to give that up to work, so... [He exhaled, rubbing absently at his temple. He could feel a headache coming on but he tried to fend it off.] I took a job. Out in Vegas. That's why we moved. I didn't... know what it was. Not till it was too late. The money was good, and I figured... once I saved up enough... I'd leave. But it didn't work out that way. [He paused.]